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An Undelivered Message

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 4, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 36.

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An Undelivered Message

"I SENT my love to you every day," said a little girl to a sick friend who was beginning to be convalescent, and felt hurt because no word of remembrance had come to her. "They just took it, and kept it all themselves!" The childish way of looking at it sets in strong light the meaning of an undelivered message.
Was it chance that just at the moment of hearing of it there fell into our hands an article in one of the magazines in which the writer—a missionary—made a passionate plea for men and women to come and tell the story of a Saviour's love for sinners? "O, the people! the people!" she wrote earnestly, as if overwhelmed by the thought of their numbers and their need. "They are so dark and ignorant and lonely. Come and tell them that Christ loves them." Christ sends his love to them with each returning day—sends it by us. Do we deliver it? or do we take it and keep it all ourselves? What does he think of us as messengers? —The Expositor.